Chris Hyatt Poet Bio

My Own Storm

...My own storm...

Life....  a big ol wave
So many ways it goes 
Ask any of the strangers in the dark
Lonesome highways to ride in the rain
Some joy, some pain all just riders born
Passengers of the storms
Just killers in the mode
So many days.... so many just play
So many holidays  pass away.
Just riders..... riding it out 
Passengers of the storms
Life's just hands.... falls and stands 
Dealer's  dealing plenty man
So many just get gone....some roam and roam.
Just riders in happenstance to chance
Passengers of the storms
This mirrors not letting me see a glance 
So I just stand and then dance dance dance
Let the rains just wash my pains
Words just fall out of my brain
Im a rider just sweating out the drive
Passenger of the storm 
I swear I'm gonna leave many ways
Let it be known I was here
This riders gonna try and ride on
Didn't ask ....just got born
Into the world another souls thrown
All just riders, passersby in the wave
Passengers of the storms
This ones gonna stand strong
Still paying the profits of life today
Not a heart of stone I say
Rough enough though to grow
Let me be the light
I will try and thank you.... everyday 
Not in the shadows .....that's just a place
All just passengers of the storms
Just let me grow old
Another one riding it down 
Just a passenger 
I'm my storm
This life

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